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Well, here’s some news for her: she’s going to have to learn to share because Xavier is ours. He belongs to both me and my wild wolf.
It’s time to stop fighting and let go of the doubts that have haunted me for far too long. My scars run deep, but in Xavier’s eyes, I find comfort—a refuge from the chaos that’s haunted my existence. I can’t deny the pulsating truth that beats within my chest any longer—this man, this vampire, is meant to be my mate.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Xavier
Lyradoesn’thavetosay or confess anything. I bear witness to the very moment she embraces our intertwined fates—the moment where she surrenders to the indissoluble bond that ties our souls. It’s in her eyes, the golden flash of her wolf, and in the way she looks at me, like she’s seeing me for the first time and yet has known me forever.
Undeterred by the wreckage that surrounds us, we surge towards each other like powerful tides, colliding with an unstoppable force.
We tear at each other’s clothes, baring each other like hungry beasts. We lick the blood from one another’s skin before our mouths meet in a fierce and desperate kiss.
Nothing else matters. The torn flesh and the stench of death are insignificant compared to the power and connection we feel.
Lyra’s hands fist in my hair, and mine grip her hips as our mouths brutally explore each other. With each flick of my tongue against hers, I claim her a little more, and she responds with equal fervor. A hot wash of need stiffens my cock, and I press myself against her, wanting her to feel what she does to me. She moans into my mouth, her hands tightening in my hair as she grinds against me. I break the kiss to trail hot, wet kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin and leaving marks.
Lifting my head, I lock my gaze with Lyra’s mesmerizing green eyes, seeking more than just physical possession. “I need to hear the words escape your lips. Tell me, unequivocally, who it is that you belong to.”
“I belong to you,” she whispers, her words carrying the weight of surrender and trust. “In every way, I am yours.”
Something inside me twists and roars.
Kicking the broken furniture out of the way, I have Lyra on her hands and knees before me, and I’m on my knees behind her. My eyes roam over the exquisite picture that she makes, the line of her spine, and her delectable ass. Her slit and her inner thighs glisten with her arousal; I can smell her—the rich, heady scent that is uniquely hers.
“You’re mine, Lyra, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.” I reach out and drag my finger through the wetness that coats her thighs until I’m circling her swollen clit. “God, I need you, little wolf.”
“Then have me, Xavier,” she breathes in return.
I slide two fingers in, alternating between fucking her with them and curling them in to rub against her g-spot. Her moans turn into gasps as I add a third finger. I fist my cock with my other hand, collecting the pre-cum that has already leaked out to lubricate my shaft.
My hand flies over my cock, harder and faster as I thrust my fingers into her, matching the rhythm I have on myself. The sounds of our moans and the wetness of her pussy only drive me further.
“You’re so wet for me,” I growl, adding a fourth finger. She arches her back, pushing herself closer to my hand.
“Please,” she begs. “I need you inside me.”
Without hesitation, I remove my fingers and replace them with my throbbing cock, filling her completely. She’s tight and so insanely hot that I can barely hold on.
“Three centuries ago, I would have told you that I wanted to pillage you like a viking. That I wanted to plunge my pulsating sword into your lady garden and claim you as my conquest.”
“God Xavier!” she chokes out a laugh. “You’re ruining the moment.”
I laugh freely, loving the sound of her laughter. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. Allow me to make it up to you. And simply say, I want to fuck you until we both can’t move because you feel so good, love.”
I groan as I pull back out, just enough to tease her before sliding all the way in again. I grip her waist as I start to rock into her, pushing deeper with each thrust. My fingers dig into her skin, and I know she will bear my marks once we are done. The sight of my cock pumping in and out of her stokes the fire hotter and hotter until the flames lick at my self-control.
My hips slam into her as I pick up the pace and fuck her recklessly while she cries out, begging me to go even harder and faster. Every time I pull out, she sucks me back in with a force that makes my head spin.
I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but I don’t want it to end yet. With a deep breath, I lean back, resting my ass on my heels, pulling her up with me so she is sitting on my thighs, her back pressed against my chest. Her head lolls back onto my shoulder as I thrust up, angling myself so that I hit that spot that is sure to ignite her with every stroke. I cup her breast with one hand, teasing her nipple between my fingers, while the other hand travels down to rub her clit.
There is a spatter of blood on the side of her neck. The crimson stain belongs to the shadow schemer, the creature that came here with the intent of ending her life, but she isn’t dead. She’s very much alive, her body writhing against mine in a display of desperate vitality. Every touch, every caress, elicits a fervent response from her, a response that stirs an insatiable hunger within me.
“Xavier, I want...” She gasps. “I need...”
“What do you need, little wolf?” My tongue trails a deliberate path over the delicate curve of her neck, tracing the faint blue vein that pulses just beneath her translucent skin. The warmth of her blood courses through her, calling to me, and I feel my fangs elongating instinctively in response. The primal nature of my being responds to the temptation that her essence presents. “Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you,” I coax.
Her voice, a breathless whisper, carries the weight of surrender. “Bite me; feed on me.”
